CHAPTER TWELVE
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Kelvin said quietly. “I never knew any of that.”
Garrick nodded. “It was a long time ago.”
“You still haven’t told me how you got the Mark.”
“I’m leading up to it. Once I saw the orcs pouring into the city, I could only think of one thing.”
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Aela screamed and sprinted down the hill toward the town. Garrick would have stopped her, but he was frozen with fear. His mind told him to do something, but he didn’t know what to do. He had never been in battle. He’d never even seen a battle.
Somehow he gained control of his mind and followed Aela’s path down the hill. Halfway down a large orc intercepted him. The ugly creature raised a crudely made spear. Garrick tried to slow his pace and almost tripped. He lifted the sword his father had given him a
